Sometimes I don't believe the things I do for my boss. . .

He told me a few weeks ago that he'd like to save the shreddings from our new paper shredder to take home. Something about a hamster bed or something for his kids. Ok.

So I stopped the cleaning ladies from emptying it out and then reminded him about it this morning since it had been pretty full for awhile.

A bit later he comes back into my office, gives me a trash bag, and says "You can empty it in here when you get a chance."

What? Since when is providing a bed for your hamster in my job description!?!

Don't I look thrilled?